FRENCHIE - Hell You Talmbout lyrics

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FRENCHIE - Hell You Talmbout lyrics

Waka: TRAVIISSSSS!! Porter [Hook: Travis Porter] What the hell you talmbout? Hit the club, jump the whole line, hell you talmbout? f** a quarter man we get the whole pound, hell you talmbout? Said that I ain't got it on me right now, hell you talmbout? f** around the whole hood hold me down, hell you talmbout? Ooooohhhhhhhh hell you talmbout? Ooooohhhhhhhh hell you talmbout? Ooooohhhhhhhh hell you talmbout? Ooohhhh what the hell you talmbout? [Verse 1: Quez of Travis Porter] Travis Porter hit the lick, but Zone 6 kicking it Receipts from ATM got tha bad girls feeling it Travis Porter, Waka, Frenchie, man this sh** ridiculous Drop that turnt up and got tha whole hood feeling it Riverdale to East Atlanta man I know you sick of it O lets do it, staying on some pimping sh** Never know what Ima say tha way that I be flipping it Never got a hit, man, the way that I be pitching it [Hook: Travis Porter] [Verse 2: Frenchie] What the hell he talkin' bout? I don't think you understand I got stacks on top of stacks, my wallet is rubberbands F-R-E-N-C-H-I-E, I said it in my last rhyme But it's the last time, that a n***a try me Brick Squad and Travis Porter Let's get this game in order Slim Dunkin with Waka Flame, cruising in your daughter 100 n***as at the door, bet Ima jump the line I ain't got no time to wait, patience come with time [Verse 3: Ali of Travis Porter] I might dress this way, but don't take it wrong What you think they call me Ali for? I'll crack your dome Oh my god, so don't come at me wrong Travis is so icey, we like 5-0 strong Oh my god Oh my god So I suggest you not The whole East Atlanta with me, what the hell you talkin' bout? Getting money, getting money, is all these n***as talk bout I ain't never flexed up in my song, what the hell you talkin' bout? WWWWAAAAHHHHH!!! [Hook: Travis Porter] [Verse 4: Strap of Travis Porter] All the way turned up! Drunk as f**, jumpin' off the furniture Breakfast at the Waffle House, 20 sausage biscuits Hold up, excuse me mam, what come on a sausage biscuit? Hold up, freeze Let me get my team Call my n***a Flocka tell him bring the whole thing Now who the hell you talkin' bout? who the hell are you? Say you got a pistol, who the hell you gone shoot? [Verse 5: Waka Flocka Flame] I love the way they run they mouth My name is always in they mouth I'll have them run up in your house If I was you I'd watch my mouth Gwalla in my wallet I got dolla's in my pocket I got m-o-n-e-y Brick Squad, Brick Squad 'til I die In the club high Yes I'm always fresh and fly Man I'm fly like a bird Plus I'm high like a plane It could be the first of June, I can bring May back Hell you talmbout? Have them goons run ASAP WAKA!! [Hook: Travis Porter]